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Chp4
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2026-10-22 03:38:23
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Painful Pleasures Chp4
I stayed exactly where he left me for a long time—naked on the carpet, ass still hot from the spanking, thighs sticky. Eventually I got up and sat on the edge of the bed like he told me. Legs open. Nothing covering me. The air conditioning made my nipples tight. Every few minutes I reached down just to check how wet I still was. Very. The thought of him walking in and finding me dry made my stomach twist in a way that wasn’t entirely fear. An hour and twenty minutes passed. I heard the key card in the lock. Marcus stepped inside, jacket over one shoulder, looking like he’d just come from something important. His eyes went straight between my legs. He closed the door without looking away. “Good,” he said. “You’re dripping.” He dropped the jacket on the chair and walked over. Two fingers slid through my folds, confirming it. Then he pushed them inside me, slow and deep, watching my face. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” “No.” “Did you want to?” “Yes.” He curled his fi
Painful Pleasures Chp3
I stayed on my knees between his legs like he told me. His cock was still half-hard, shiny with spit and the last of his cum. I took it in my mouth again, slow this time, tasting the mix of us. He let out a low sound and rested a heavy hand on the back of my head, not forcing, just holding me there while I worked him. “That’s it. Get it hard again. You’re not done being a hole yet.” I sucked deeper, hollowing my cheeks, tongue sliding under the head. He thickened fast in my mouth. I could feel the blood pumping into him. My jaw already ached from earlier but I didn’t stop. Spit ran down his shaft and onto his balls. I cupped them, rolled them gently, then tighter when he grunted approval. He pulled me off by the hair. Not hard enough to really hurt, just enough to remind me who was in charge. “On the bed. Hands and knees. Face the headboard.” I crawled up. The sheets were already a mess from the first round—damp spots, my dress bunched around my waist, one shoe still on. I planted
Painful Pleasures Chp2
I stayed on my knees between his legs like he told me. His cock was still half-hard, shiny with spit and the last of his cum. I took it in my mouth again, slow this time, tasting the mix of us. He let out a low sound and rested a heavy hand on the back of my head, not forcing, just holding me there while I worked him. “That’s it. Get it hard again. You’re not done being a hole yet.” I sucked deeper, hollowing my cheeks, tongue sliding under the head. He thickened fast in my mouth. I could feel the blood pumping into him. My jaw already ached from earlier but I didn’t stop. Spit ran down his shaft and onto his balls. I cupped them, rolled them gently, then tighter when he grunted approval. He pulled me off by the hair. Not hard enough to really hurt, just enough to remind me who was in charge. “On the bed. Hands and knees. Face the headboard.” I crawled up. The sheets were already a mess from the first round—damp spots, my dress bunched around my waist, one shoe still on. I planted
Painful Pleasures CHP 1
I was already wet by the time I got to the hotel bar. Three days into this boring sales conference in Chicago and my body was screaming for something real. My husband back home hadn’t fucked me properly in months—quick missionary under the covers if I was lucky, then lights out. I needed it rough. I needed to be used. The bar was half-empty, soft jazz, low lights. I ordered a vodka soda and sat at the far end, legs crossed high so the black dress rode up my thighs. No panties. I hadn’t worn any all day. Every time I shifted on the stool I felt the cool air on my cunt and it made me throb. He walked in like he owned the place. Tall, broad shoulders under a dark suit, maybe late thirties, salt-and-pepper hair cut short. His eyes scanned the room and landed on me. He didn’t smile. Just stared for a second too long, then came straight over. “This seat taken?” His voice was low, rough around the edges. I shrugged and sipped my drink. “Help yourself.” He sat. Ordered a whiskey neat wit
Painful Pleasures The Landlord’s Keys 6
I kept the collar on and the plug in for three full days. Marcus left Monday morning after another long night of using every hole until I could barely walk. Before he walked out he pushed the thick black plug back into my ass, wiped the excess lube and cum on my thigh, and tugged the collar once. “Text me,” he said. “Every time.” I did. Tuesday afternoon at my desk I came with the plug shifting inside me while I rubbed my clit under my skirt. Sent him a photo of my wet fingers and the base of the plug between my cheeks in the office bathroom stall. He replied with one word: *Good.* Wednesday night I came twice—once in the shower with the water beating on my clit and the plug locked deep, once later on the couch with three fingers in my cunt and the collar pulled tight in my other hand. Both times I sent him the evidence. Both times he answered the same way. Thursday he showed up at 9:15 without warning. The key turned. I was already naked on the bed, plug in, collar on, legs s
Painful Pleasures The Landlord’s Keys 5
I woke to the weight of his hand between my legs. Morning light cut through the half-closed blinds in thin stripes across the bed. Marcus was already hard against the back of my thigh, breath warm on my neck. His fingers moved slow, two of them sliding through the sticky mess he’d left in me hours earlier, then pushing inside. I was sore. Swollen. Still open from the night. The collar sat tight around my throat; I hadn’t taken it off. “You’re awake,” he said, voice rough with sleep. I didn’t answer. Just pushed back against his hand. He added a third finger and fucked me with them in lazy thrusts while his thumb circled my clit. The wet sound filled the quiet room. My hips started moving on their own. He kept the pace steady until my breathing changed, then pulled his fingers free, lifted my top leg, and guided his cock to my entrance. He pushed in slow. Every inch dragged against sore walls. I hissed. He didn’t stop until he was buried to the root, hips flush against my ass. One
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The hotel room door barely clicked shut before hands were all over me. Not gentle. Not careful. Hungry. Mike shoved me backward onto the nearest bed so hard my back bounced on the mattress. The lamp cast ugly yellow light across the room, but nobody cared about romance. My head was still spinni
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Mark stood there in the near-dark, the faint glow from my nightlight catching the hard line of his jaw and the massive bulge straining the front of his gray sweatpants. He didn’t look shocked nor angry. He just looked… hungry. Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. He stepped all the wa
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I bit down hard on the pillow to keep from screaming as Jake’s thick cock drove into me again, and again, stretching my dripping pussy wide open. The bed creaked under us like it was about to give out, but I didn’t care, not tonight, not when his hips were slamming against my ass so perfectly,
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